You sound unreal this time, like some awful Baudelaire I 
don't believe you this time. I don't believe you. You 
look unreal this this time, like the fabulous queens Out 
in all the bars. You know what that means. Now potential 
kisses fall into the street Like wasted winter breath 
hurts your chest down to your feet. And this, your shame 
Is it so strange? When I say love You tremble at the name